Your Lips Will Tell Me - Hector Marcó

You don’t love me anymore, but I can’t blame you—

if you can do this, then I can hide my tears.

But you alone, you and my heart,

shall answer to God one day.

There’s nothing left now, nothing left to say—

you’re preparing to begin

and I’m preparing to leave.

For the sake of my love, don’t say your goodbye—

I ask only for a corner where I can lay down to die.

Living

like a shadow following you,

like a perpetual (thirsty) dreamer,

I tried to win your love

and embrace my faith.

I stumbled

and I drowned in my tears,

the sweet petals of light

that like a tempest your lips

tore from the stem of my suffering.

I gave up my life for them,

I gave in to sorrow for you,

and now that I am on my knees

begging to love your soul

your lips will tell me, “goodbye.”

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Hector Marcó (Hector Sunday Marcolongo) (1906 - 1987) Argentina

Translated by Derrick Del Pilar

Source: Poesía de gotán: The Poetry of the Tango